"Nothing More Than What You Have Already Willingly Given: An Introduction And The Pleasure Of Your Company,"

who? @farenduil​

where? autumn’s fields

“The Autumn Equinox is approaching and with it your birthday,” Robin comments as she approaches Farenduil with light steps. Slowly, she is becoming more and more accustomed to her duties, and she knows that their people need joy now more than ever. What better way to help the morale than to celebrate the Prince’s birthday and the Equinox at once? “The usual festivities will apply, but I was wondering if you would mind if we prepared a small festival for our court to celebrate both occasions?”

who? @lainxsolus where? near the stage, in a little alcove

"Excellent performance, sweetheart," Robin offers as she tugs at the chain wrapped around Lain's neck, pulling him towards an alcove she had scouted before the play had begun. Once they are hidden from view, she reaches up an places a hand on the back of Lain's neck, pulling him down for a quick kiss before pulling away and sending him a mischievous grin. "Reminds me of William's first production of Hamlet, full of enthusiasm and passion for the craft. Definitively something worth rewarding."

"Want to try drinking me under the table, honey?" She asks between laughs, looking down at the falling their comrade-at-drinking and sending his future hangover her best wishes. That is going to hurt, if everything she had heard about mortal hangovers is true. "I do warn you, as an eladrin I don't get drunk easily with mortal liquor. But if you are offering, I will take a mojito or seven."

@senatusstartersLocation: Halloween Party​

“Let’s fucking go! That’s how you drink someone under the table.” Anders was laughing now, having won all of his own personal drinking contests. But his friend, or maybe they were just strangers, had just won and sent the other lycan tumbling to the ground, unable to continue drinking. “This round is on me. We drink until we fuck, then we die. That is all to life. So – keep drinking. What do you want now?”

zahryaofspring​:

✿*ﾟ ‘ﾟ･

Serenity. Relaxation. Oddly enough, these concepts have been reinvigorated in Zahrya’s mind, though entirely removed from his physical body. Ironically in the last weeks, he’s felt most at peace when he wasn’t attached to his body. Letting his spirit roam and merge with changelings as he currently is has been quite liberating for the Chancellor. Though the nature of Robin’s insistence triggers another train of thought. 

“Do I seem nervous or stressed? Impossible! Look, I am here at the party.” He’s reminded of Yavie earlier that evening, how ready the younger fey was to lend him power. Were the seedlings beginning to doubt him? Sure, he was beginning to struggle to maintain some sense of time and got confused on occasion, but that didn’t mean he was failing at his duties. “New is good, but some things are futile. Our bodies are … transcendent. We are not bound by base desire like the children.” 

Perhaps his views were old, maybe even too old to be considered relevant, but the old ways brought the fey this far so why abandon them for conventions that’ll surely pass in a millennium or two? Zahrya held a deep love for all eladrin, but power begets power and that’s what was needed now. “My parents were born of magic older than Her Majesty, power undiluted by this realm. It runs through my veins, the omega of two ancient noble lines. Is it so wrong to want to honor that?”

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“Zahrya, dearest, you are within a Changeling and intimidating the other party goers,” Robin reminds him softly, eyes flickering around the room in a pointed manner before they settle back upon the Spriggan before her. It is concerning, to say the least, the way the Chancellor is acting. It is not entirely out of character, no, but there is a hint of something else, and undertone that she can glimpse within his actions. Despite knowing that it is not quite her place, despite knowing that he will likely not listen as she is merely a noble from Autumn and not his equal, not quite, she has to point out the truth. “Your dislike for mortals is well known, but I do not believe you would have gone as far as bring your Changelings to a Senate sponsored party if you weren’t nervous or stressed. It is not quite your usual style.”

“A common reaction, of course,” she rushes to reassure him, not wanting to make him think she is judging him for his stress or nerves. “The situation is rather worrying, and I know you are excelling at your duties, but you are more than your duties, Chancellor. I know you will fulfill them, but aside your duties we also need you.”

She shrugs.

“Perhaps we are not bound to base desires, but they are nice, every once in a while.”

“It is not wrong to want to honor your parents, no,” she finally settles in her response, not believing she should push on that topic as it would likely be both an uphill battle and a losing one, and she would rather focus on the battle for the Spring Chancellor’s mental health.

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"If that is how you feel, there is nothing else to say about it. However, if you ever need my aid in this matter, I will do so freely, as a repayment for the transparency." There is something rotten about having to word their relationship as transactional, but there is a desire to respect Inan's boundaries and they have time to build on the fragile trust he had chosen to extend to her after Fen'harel's betrayal. "I will, yes. I am curious to see what this Count is capable on this matter. You?"

wadecalhoun​:

          “They’re not my damned friends,” the clarification hardly matters but Wade has always garnered this petulant ire that is so easily provoked, nostrils flaring as though Robin had publicly humiliated in someway. She hadn’t, of course, and Wade is trying to swallow down this ire that is clashing with his worry; Robin is so clearly alive but their friendship had been forever marred by what transpired, a pivotal point that he was uncertain they could mend. “You’ve not a clue what you’re talking about,” his voice is struck with this wretched timbre, almost miserable as to relive the betrayal once more. Wade would give anything to take it back, but now they had to simply overcome it; if at all possible. “You can go off into different worlds and realms, I do somethin’ they don’t like, it’s clipped for me.” There’s this pleading tone that interjects the pitiful ire that once rang forth, he’s yearning for understanding that he doesn’t deserve, a silent plea. He swallows this male bravado, goes through each horrific spasm and stage of grief as he tries to submit to this apology that Robin knowingly deserves; his pride is almost insurmountable. “Robin, I’m afraid. I ain’t ever been able to admit that, not even to myself. That what you wanna hear? I’m in over my head?” it falls forth, tumbles from his mouth in a whirlwind and he attempts to level the tremors in his voice that spiral between anger and pure fear, “I made the wrong choice and I’ll be sorry all my poor mortal years.”

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“Then why did you tell them about your invitation into my home,” Robin hisses, stepping closer to her former friend, hands reaching up to grasp his shirt to pull him closer on her rage. Is the nearest to an act of violence she had offered Wade in a long time, the nearest thing to a threat since their first meeting. “No clue? The Eye killed my brother, his children and his lover, Wade. They just freed countless people they have been experimenting on. I know what they are capable off and I would have helped you if you asked you, I would have helped you like I have always done,” she confesses, voice raw at the truth spilling from her lips, at the reminder of what she had lost at the hands of the Eye. She almost confesses more, almost talks about the time she had spent trying to destroy it from the inside, but she cannot trust the coward before her. And yet —. She cannot help but understand. Who doesn’t fear the Eye? Who doesn’t fear the Leviathan that they cannot understand? “It’s a start,” she admits reluctantly. “It’s a start, but it cannot mean everything. Not when your choice could have killed the people I have sworn to protect. Not when it could have killed the children, Wade.”

She is about to say more, about to surge again in anger, when a pressure unlike any other strikes and brings them both to their knees. Nothing she does stops it, not the shields she throws above them both, nor the magic she calls with her song. It’s instinct that drives her to shield Wade, the love she holds for him even now pushing her to protect him for he is more vulnerable than she has ever been. Her friend, her betrayer. Wade is the last thing she sees before she loses consciousness.

who? @wardernirvaan​

where? winter’s mountain

notes: they are sitting and chilling near a cliff like bros

“Alright spill, something it’s in your mind.” It’s not too clear what exactly, but they have been enjoying the moment of quiet for long enough for her to hear him absolutely failing at the game he is currently playing. It’s distracting enough that she had messed up her strategy on her own game and that alone is a serious offense of the highest order. “What is it?”

conquestofuriel​:

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He hummed in agreement, acknowledging the massive problem that The Eye was. But the Blessed had not touched down upon this world to deal with one human organization, no matter how large it was. “The rest of the world is not a concern of mine at the moment,” Uriel replied, circling the bottom of the glass on the table. “This is the epicenter. This is where my siblings will be weakened if The Eye decides to strike with their moly poisoning.” He sighs.  

“The Drow Queen is allied to the cause of the Necronomicon and the Asphodel. I know how she harms you and your people. Is it not time to put down arguments that are pitiful in the face of truly banding together, your forest and the Senate, to defeat this common enemy?”

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“Pitiful? Truly, this is your attempt at diplomacy?” She snorts, taking a sip into her drink as she raises a brow at Uriel in clear judgement. Intelligence does not equal wisdom, just as DnD deems it, and it is clear Uriel lacks wisdom to balance his intelligence and age. As old as he is, there seems a lack of common fucking sense bouncing around that magic essence of his. Not that she is truly surprised by that information. “You are correct in that the Drow Queen harms our people, but so has the Eye, and my King has deemed them a threat as well. I understand your worry and your desperation, but dismissing and mocking our concerns is not the solution if you desire for us to work together, Uriel.”